[Intro: Poetic]No more dead end streetsGravediggaz, dark angelsAppearin out the fogReappearin every milleniumFrukwan, the Gate Keep, sun starHit it up, ya

[Chorus: Frukwan]How many's willin, ready for the warPermit the killin, what if it's ya ownThat's the villain, what do you do? Do you kill 'em?

[Frukwan]Created from a cumulus, cause that are numerousDangerous combattin, when I kill, it's no accidentPunch hole thru your abdomen, pluck your vein instrumentPrevent, my thought waves travel infinitePeriodically I generate, natural intake7 and a half ounce brain, 5% body weightRepititious, the bishop, he only enter the viciousSleepin wit yo misses, tappin that ass viciousSqueeze time, a pressure ya muthafuckas couldn't measureThe dead body severed, fingers are dismemberedHair foliculs, point of rap, wrapped in iodineWrapped in a heat, body found upon the ground of EgyptJamaica, that on to make a Earth shakerNatural disaster, hemipheric masterMaster crater size hole, niggas that wanna foldBlow, transport threatin ya fuckin life supportPetrolium niggas up on the PotiumFigure, how many niggas run wit Gravediggaz, nigga!

[Break: Poetic]Yo, next upGrym Reap, Poetic, Tony titanium

[Poetic]Criminal record, never had one, never made noneNever grab guns and blaze them just for funI'm military trained, not considered very fiendNot to kill up every frame within the skill of my brainWhen I peep certain cats on the block, I know they plotHow to get what I got, cuz we travel alotDoin hip hop in spots that get hotThey figure we get knots, a few bad apples'll lick shotsAnd shit stops, the Most HighDeprive human life out of his gift shopThirty four years up on the brick topTryin to survive, it's as wild as elephant's stampedeTo see, fans leave as someone in the audience, clans bleedThey can't breath, after the next man squeezeAnd this girl is like "Please"Someone, get a parademic, the ghetto drama's patheticMore black armor shredded, I need peacePeace of mind, peace and quiet, piece of the piePiece of the action, to acquireA nice piece of real estate when I need escapeA pen and a piece of paper, to plot my next caperUp in the safe havin, smokin peace pipesAs peeps try the peace treatyAnd we be usin the Sun as a time pieceDime pieces in two piece bikinisThat give me a piece of ass, whenever they see meWhat the dealy? Behind the whole plotAs I carry a piece to protect my flockCan't throw rocks while enemies toke glocksThe human and the low brain lock, and we go into shock

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"My mic check is life or death" (6X)- Nas {scratched up"My mic check is life or death, breathin the sniper's breath" - Nas